For me it was my 'Cheney'. Sweetest companion ever. Took me 4 years after she was gone before I could even talk about her. This photo is a dead ringer, right down to the collar.^^^^^ That would've been my old black lab Buddy he was quite the hunting partner !
I miss him still to this day along with all the other hunting dogs I've had .
For me, it was my 100# Chessie Woody RIP. I would run him on the golf course in the evening to tire him out. Occasionally, a big Muscovy would call his bluff and not fly away. He'd snatch it, break its neck, and retrieve it for me. I'd pat him on the head, and say "You're such a good duck dog, I don't even need to bring my shotgun". Then I'd have to hide the damn thing in the bushes.
Take it home and eat it.For me, it was my 100# Chessie Woody RIP. I would run him on the golf course in the evening to tire him out. Occasionally, a big Muscovy would call his bluff and not fly away. He'd snatch it, break its neck, and retrieve it for me. I'd pat him on the head, and say "You're such a good duck dog, I don't even need to bring my shotgun". Then I'd have to hide the damn thing in the bushes.
Muscovy's are nastyTake it home and eat it.
Possibly because they are not smart enough to fly away from a charging Chessie
Muscovy's are nasty
I haven't eaten one, Wikipedia claims they are popular for eating.Muscovy's are nasty
Nuther return says they taste like beef.I haven't eaten one, Wikipedia claims they are popular for eating.